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CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY, NORTHRIDGE Joie de Vivre; or, A Play with a Dead Man A thesis submitted in partial fulfillment of the requirements For the degree of Master of Art in English, Creative Writing By Karen Jessa-Lee Reed May 2013 The thesis of Karen Jessa-Lee Reed is approved: _____________________________________________ _______________ Dr. Leilani Hall Date _____________________________________________ _______________ Professor Donna J. Marsh Date _____________________________________________ _______________ Dr. Rick Mitchell, Chair Date California State University, Northridge ii Dedication This play is for Alex, Jackson, and Abraham. “Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit”-E.E. Cummings iii Table of Contents Signature Page ii Dedication Page iii Abstract v Joie de Vivre; or, A Play with a Dead Man 1-86 iv ABSTRACT Joie de Vivre ; or, A Play with a Dead Man By Karen Jessa-Lee Reed Master of Art in English, Creative Writing At its core, Joie de Vivre; or, A Play with a Dead Man is about people coming to terms with their individual connections with both life and death. Joie de Vivre is a Cajun term meaning “the Joy of Living,” and signifies the Cajun obsession with both life and death. This play explores the emotional after-effects of death, revealing that both the living and dead grieve. This play moves briskly through mundane routines revealing the “everyday” as something marvelous. This play follows the crumbling marriage of Fabian and Lily, and also Isaac, a dead man who leaves behind a wife and a mistress. This play mixes the absurdity of a dead man who still acts alive and the crippling emotions of sadness and jealousy. Tinged in fantasy, this play presents normal interactions as something bizarre and mysterious, exploring the possibility of exceptionality and mystery. v Cast of Characters FABIAN: a man in his late thirties LILY: his wife, a woman in her mid-thirties KAY: her mother, a woman in her fifties RORY: a woman in her mid-twenties TRUVY: a woman in her fifties ISAAC: a dead man in his fifties Place West Monroe, Louisiana Time Now Set On stage at all times there should be a small table with a picture of Isaac, framed in angel figurines, or something equally gaud to denote that this picture serves as shrine for a dead man. While only a few characters interact with the picture, the picture should always have a dominant presence on stage. All scenes require chairs, and sometimes a basic table; therefore, all scenes should be able to recycle set pieces without confusing where we are. Often, sounds (or absence of sounds) will be used to signify specific rooms/places. For example, zydeco music will always be played in Kay’s kitchen. Scenes should transition fluid-like. 1 Introduction. Truvy TRUVY enters wearing mourning attire. She will dress in black until otherwise stated. TRUVY When someone dies, there’s an amount of time set aside for mourning. Problem is no one really knows how much time. My boyfriend’s name is-my boyfriend’s name was Isaac. He was a handsome man with a sweet nature and too many teeth. I lived in an apartment, he in a house. With his wife. (Isaac was an asshole, you might think.) He wasn’t consumed with lust or great passions. He was plain, drank coffee, and took out the trash. We got on well. We were in love. About thirty years ago, Isaac went and got himself killed. Just like that. And here I am still stuck in veils and-and black. Black. Black. Black. (It’s very disconcerting, you might think.) Isaac is dead. I don’t know how that makes him feel, but it makes me feel (beat) mad. And a little bit sad. Lights fade to black. 2 1. Lily and Kay Kay’s Kitchen, zydeco music plays. LILY and KAY sit at a table shelling snap beans. ISAAC enters wearing a yellow coat. The women do not notice. He walks around with a sense of familiarity, and a sense of sadness. He removes his yellow coat, hangs it on the back of a nearby chair. He sits and eats an apple. The women do not notice. LILY and KAY still sit shelling snap beans. KAY How's Fabian? LILY Why you askin'? KAY No reason. LILY He's fine. KAY That's nice. LILY Fabian. Do you think he's— KAY Did I tell you? Ran into Mary-Pat at the Piggly Wiggly— 3 LILY I just sometimes think that Fabian might be— KAY And she's invited us to a party! LILY I don't feel like a party. KAY It's just for us ladies. Doesn't that sound nice? LILY Do you think that Fabian's a good man? KAY Mary-Pat is just crazy about you! And it was nice of her to invite you, seein' as you never did send her a thank-you note for those weddin' presents she sent up. LILY Compulsory manners— KAY Are never out of style. LILY Look, I don't want you to think-I'm not even remotely considering that Fabian's— (laughs) He has an appetite for life and I am not about to become one of those insecure wives. KAY Baby girl— (motions to beans) You best start snappin' faster; I've got to have these beans ready for tomorrow. 4 LILY (works faster) Anyway, I've decided he isn't. This is Fabian we're talkin' about. KAY Tomorrow I want you to stop on by and pick up some beans for him. Poor thing is just too skinny. You don't feed him enough. LILY He isn't. I've decided. KAY You know how much Fabian likes my beans. LILY Fabian hates beans. KAY Men like beans. Everybody in the world knows that. Your Daddy loved my beans. ISAAC lets out a small cough. In fact, he loved everything I cooked. Isaac always did say that my cooking was his favorite thing about me. ISAAC is overcome with coughing. ISAAC is quiet again. LILY It depresses me whenever I think about it. KAY Then don't think about it. LILY All this isn't easy to live with. 5 KAY Don't you have nice things to think about? LILY What kind of things did Daddy say about me? He would have been fine with a daughter, right? Or…did he want a son? (long pause) ISAAC throws his apple away and exits. His yellow coat still hangs on the back of the chair. KAY Where'd you learn to snap beans? It's snap. Snap. Snap. (long pause) LILY I think Fabian's a good husband. KAY Good. You listen to me. Being a wife is easy. You feed your man and you have sex with him. That's it. LILY That's it? KAY That's it. LILY Well, is there room for anything else? KAY How come you don't like to cook? LILY I like to cook. I cook my own food. 6 KAY That's not the same. LILY Fabian gets home so late. KAY He eats at work? LILY Yes. Probably with a student. KAY What? LILY A student. KAY Oh— LILY Yes. KAY Well that's— LILY A man of his position probably shouldn't— KAY Well he is good looking— LILY Momma! 7 KAY I'm sorry. LILY I hate being jealous. KAY I'm sure Fabian doesn't want a student. He wants a housewife. LILY He's too peculiar for such normalcy. Lights fade to black. 8 2. Fabian and Truvy FABIAN is sitting at desk grading papers. There are sounds of air compressors and various other sounds heard at an auto-shop. TRUVY enters and sits. FABIAN does not notice. A phone rings and rings. TRUVY You gonna get that? FABIAN continues to grade papers. Phone shuts off. TRUVY Professor? FABIAN continues to grade papers. Phone rings. TRUVY answers. TRUVY Hello. No. I'm his...I'm answering his phone. (covering the receiver) Do you have time to answer a quick survey? FABIAN does not answer. (into phone, altering voice) Yes. I have time. Yes. No. 9 TRUVY (cont.) Most certainly not! Maybe. Fifty-seven. Yes. Yes. No. Okay. Goodbye. TRUVY hangs up. That was fun! (laughs) It's fun assuming an identity. Except that well—(long pause) Professor? FABIAN (noticing Truvy) What? TRUVY How are you, Professor? FABIAN I'm sorry. I don't recognize you. Are you in one of my classes? TRUVY Yes. Advanced Emissions Control. Monday/Wednesday 9:30 a.m. FABIAN Really? TRUVY I sit in the back. FABIAN Would you say that you sit in the back as a means to blend in with a crowd? 10 TRUVY What? FABIAN I don't blend in with a crowd. I tend to wear bright clothing. TRUVY What about at a funeral? FABIAN (beat) Why are you in my office? TRUVY I need to ask you something— FABIAN It's an odd habit to wear black to a funeral, don't you think? TRUVY I think black symbolizes mourning. FABIAN It does. (beat) My father-in-law died. TRUVY I am so very sorry to hear that. FABIAN He died before I knew him. TRUVY Oh— FABIAN Please, have a seat. TRUVY shifts in her seat uncomfortably. 11 TRUVY I have a question, but I can't stay long. FABIAN Oh— TRUVY Last class, the whole time you talked about sentiment— FABIAN Yes? TRUVY Why? FABIAN As a professor—how old are you? TRUVY Excuse me? Phone rings again.